THE ONLY WAY I KNOW

The only way I know

I do not own these characters. I make no money off of this fiction.

Don turned his SUV into the familiar driveway of his father's house. He was worried about Charlie. The frightened look in his eyes when he'd left the office was fresh in Don's mind. He knew this was all new for Charlie. The violence of the job, seeing him hurt. It was moments like this that he questioned whether having Charlie consulting for the team was the best idea. But as much as he hated to admit it, he needed his little brothers expertise. Charlie had been right on the money figuring out which bank would be hit next and he knew that he was gonna need Charlie to figure out where they would hit next. But they was his brother was acting now, he wasn't sure he'd be able to.
"Donny," his father greeted him coming out the front door.
"Hey Dad," Don said gingerly getting out of the car trying not to jostle his injured arm.
"You okay," his father asked.
"Yeah, yeah, I’m okay. I’m fine." He jumped as his father touched his arm.
"Ow, ow. Look, it’s just my arm’s a little sore. I got a- a scrape during an incident." His father stared at him hard.
"Scrape? From what?" Don knew there was no point trying to hide this from his father.
"Well, a bullet, if you have to know." He said trying to sound nonchalant. His father looked horrified.
"A bullet?"
"But it’s not… Dad, please listen to me, okay? Just relax. We had a- an arrest go bad and we lost an agent, okay? Three people died. Now I’m looking for Charlie. Where is he?"
"He’s- He’s out in the garage with Larry...Don stopped. The garage. The place where Charlie went when he couldn't deal with something.
"He’s just working on that problem, you know. That problem he can never solve."
"The ‘P versus P’ thing? Oh, man." His father's word drifted off as he hurried to the garage. If Charlie was working that old problem then he was worse off then Don feared. He entered the garage nad found it covered with chalkboards covered with charlie's untidy formulas. Charlie was at one of the boards writing frantically while Larry attempted to talk him down.
"Well, certainly people who have failed to solve it might think that. But we all know, minesweeper consistency is an N.P.-complete problem. So I believe that there is an answer in here somewhere." Don shook his head. He rarely understood anything that Charlie said when he went all math talk.
"Minesweeper? What are we talking about? Computer games?" Charlie didn't even crack a smile at the lame joke.
"Look, please don’t do this," he begged Charlie.
"Don’t do what, Don? Go ahead, g- go ahead, try and tell me what it is I’m doing. You don’t even know what it is I’m doing."
"No, actually, I do. The thing is, I don’t think you do."
Larry cleared his throat and excused himself.
"Charlie, look, you helped us find these guys once before, you can do it again. Come on."
"Why, so you can get shot again?" Pain stabbed him in the stomach as he saw the terror in Charlie's eyes. He knew there was nothing he could say that would reaasure Charlie that nothing like that would happen again but he had to try.
"No, buddy. Look, understand I appreciate you care about me, but it’s not gonna happen." Charlie turned and stared at him, shoulders slumped and trying to fight off tears.
"Statistically, you’re dead now. You understand what that means? A man aimed a gun at your head and fired. The fact that you survived is an anomaly and it’s unlikely to be the outcome of a second such encounter."
"Charlie," Don said sadly. It was just like when their mother had gotten sick. Charlie had locked himself out here for the entire three months before she died. At the time Don had been angry with Charlie for, in Don's eyes, abandoning they family when they needed each other the most.He understood now that this was how Charlie dealt with things. Some men drank, some men hit things, Charlie tried to solve an unsolvable equation.
"Please understand" Charlie said in frustration.
Sometimes… I can’t choose what I work on. I can’t follow through on a line of thinking just because I want to or- or because it’s needed. I have to work on what’s in my head. And right now this is what’s in my head." Don stared at his little brother for a long moment. He knew there was only one way to snap Charlie out of this. He strode purposely toward Charlie and siezed his shoulders. He spun Charlie so that he was facing him.
"Don," Charlie said trying to push him off. "What are you doing."
"Putting something else in your head," Don said yanking Charlie against him and slamming his mouth down on his little brothers. Charlie struggled against him for a moment but Don held him tight against him not letting him go. Charlie stopped struggling as Don wrapped his hand around the back of Charlie's head and deepened the kiss. He felt Charlie go limp and he tightened his hold on his little brother. Finally, the need for air forced them to part. Charlie leaned his head against Don's chest. Don kept held onto him and they just stood there a moment.
"You did that when Mom got sick," Charlie said softly. Don stroked his hair gently.
"You were so lost in that damn equation. I was scared that I was gonna completely lose you. It was all I could think of to snap you out of it." He held his little brother close to him as he felt Charlie's tears soak his shirt.
"I saw those body bags..." Charlie choked out. "God Donnie I keep seeing you. In those body bags."
"Listen to me," Don said taking Charlies hand and placing it against his heart. A small shiver went through him as Charlie's hand met his flesh.
"Feel that," he said. "Feel my heart. It's still beating. I'm still here. I'm right here." Don ran his hands up and down Charlie's back trying to stop him from shaking.
"So scared Don," Charlie whispered.
"I know," Don said kissing the side of his brother's head.
"Don't let go," Charlie murmured.
"I won't," Don said squeezing him tight. Charlies hands were gripping the back of his shirt like a lifeline. Don had forgotten how good it felt just to hold Charlie like this. He remembered coming out here when their mother had been in the hospital. Seeing Charlie writing frantically. Shoulders hunched, hands shaking. He remembered grabbing him and kissing him. He remembered the kiss. There had never been a kiss like that one for Don. Not before and not since. He remembered how Charlie tasted. Like coffee and chalk. The same way he tasted today. And he most definitely remembered what had happened afterwards. He grew hard as he thought about it.
"I see you remember," Charlie whispered. Don smiled a little and slid his hand down below Charlies belt and felt his package. His little brother was as hard as he was.
"Go inside," Don whispered in his ear. "Wait for me in your room."
"Dad?" Charlie asked then groaned slightly as Don nibbled his ear.
"Don't say anything to him," Don said. "I'll take care of him." Charlie nodded. He pulled away and headed toward the house. After a few minutes Don followed him. His father stood in the living room staring up the stairs.
"Hey," Don said keeping his tone even. His father turned to him.
"Well you got him out of the garage," his father said. "He still seems pretty upset though."
"Yeah," Don said nodding. "Listen I'm gonna try to talk to him some more. Don't you have a poker game to go to?"
"Yeah, yeah. I was gonna cancel but..."
"Go on," Don said. "I'll take care of Charlie."
"If your sure," his father said.
"Yeah, go," Don said. He waited till his father had pulled out of the driveway before he rushed up stairs to "take care of Charlie". He pushed the door to Charlies room open and saw Charlie sitting on the edge of his bed. Charlie looked up. When he saw Don he was on his feet and throwing himself into his brothers arms. Don siezed his brothers lips with his own. Their tongues danced with each other as Don's hands slid under Charlie's shirt feeling the warm skin under his fingers. He broke the kiss just long enough to yank Charlie's shirt up over his head.
"Don," Charlie moaned as Don kissed and licked his neck and shoulders.
"Want you Charlie," Don whispered. Charlie gasped in shock as Don grabbed his ass and lifted him off his feet. Don tossed Charlie onto the bed and came down on top of him. Charlie closed his eyes taking in the sensation of Don's lips and teeth on his neck. He curled his fingers into Don's hair as his big brother licked his way down Charlie's chest. He sucked in his breath as Don unzipped his jeans and pulled them off.
"Forget to put underwear on this morning little brother?" Don said chuckling.
"You complaining?"
"Not at all," Don said wrapping his hand around Charlie's cock.
"Oh god," Charlie groaned as Don stroked him.
"Don," Charlie moaned.
"Tell me what you want Charlie," Don said softly rubbing his thumb over the head.
"Wanna see you," Charlie gasped. "Wanna feel." Don unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulder. Charlie sat up and reached out tentatively.
"Touch me Charlie," Don begged into Charlie's ear. Charlie tilted his head and captured Don's mouth. He laid his hands against Don's chest. He pulled away from Don's mouth to lay a kiss against the pulse in Don's neck. He slid his hands down his brother's chest and lightly ran his hand over Don's package. He wrapped his arms around Don and flipped them so Don was down on his back with Charlie over top of him. Charlie unzipped Don's jeans and pulled them off. He ran his fingers over the tops of Don's boxers and raised his eyes to his brothers face.
Don laid his hand over Charlies and moved his down. Charlie swallowed as his fingers wrapped around Don's cock. He'd forgotten how big Don was. He remembered it had hurt when Don had entered him that first time. He also remembered how good it had felt when Don moved inside him. He wanted that feeling back.
"Don," Charlie choked out. Don didn't have to ask what Charlie wanted. He sat up and flipped them over again so that Charlie was on his back underneath him. He reached into the drawer beside the bed and searched around until he found what he was looking for. Slowly he prepared Charlie. By the time he was done his little brother was quivering underneath him.
"Don, please," Charlie begged. Don lifted Charlies legs onto his shoulders and leaned over so that he was looking into his little brother's eyes.
"Remember," Don whispered as he slid into Charlie. Don moaned as his cock was fully engulfed in his little brothers tight passage.
"Oh God Don," Charlie cried gripping Don's arms. "Move." Don pulled out until just the head was inside then slammed back in. Charlie yelled out as Don brushed his prostate.
"Oh God Charlie," Don groaned as he pounded into him. "You feel so good. Oh God."
"Harder," Charlie moaned. Don reached up and grabbed Charlies hands pinning them into the mattress as he continued to move inside him.
"Close," Don groaned.
"Oh god!"Charlie screamed as he came all over Don's stomach. Don groaned as he felt his balls tighten and he exploded into Charlie. He collapsed on top of his brother. Both of them were panting hard. After a while Don pulled out of Charlie and rolled to his side. He gathered Charlie against him and kissed his brother's sweaty shoulder.
"Still thinking about P vs NP?" Don asked brushing a curl out of Charlies eyes.
"I've lost the ability for coherent thought," Charlie muttered. "You seem to make me do that." Don smiled and kissed Charlie's lips.
"Well it's the only way I know how. Someday I'll find something else to make you lose coherent thought."
"Don't look to hard," Charlie said. "I like your way."